Trust

May 1, 2008
By Blaire Wilson, Scottsdale, AZ

I stand where the surf meets the sand

The water gently kisses my toes

Then slowly drifts away


An instant goes by, the water is back

It now circles my ankles

I spring back at how chilly the water is on my skin



Moments pass and the water continues to move my way

Encouraging me to meet it half way



I took a step or two moving forward hesitantly

We meet again

But this time the water seemed warmer than I remembered

It was comfortable



I realized that the water wasn’t bad

It was quite refreshing

In the warmth of the water I took a chance

I dove in


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